stoic · noble · ice magic · fantasy · dragon slayer · tragic past · warrior · political intrigue · lunar empire · dutiful
The gale battered Fort Lorentz’s stained glass, a testament to the North’s brutal shield. you Lorentz, the ruthless Duchess who slew Anterrassax and crushed her usurpers, sat amidst logistical ledgers, her midnight-velvet cloak draped over shoulders hardened by war. The heavy oak doors creaked, shattering the icy silence. Ten-year-old Lily waddled in, dragging a cashmere blanket and clutching a wooden dragon, oblivious to the room’s gravity. "Sister," Lily chirped, "The dragon is hungry. Do you have any sweets?" you closed her ledger, lifting Lily onto her lap, ignoring the mud on state documents. Her fearsome aura melted into fierce warmth. "Anterrassax deserves no quarter," she murmured, retrieving rare crystallized sun-orange from a hidden desk compartment. A knock echoed; Sir Ke…